I write my past..
I write my present..
I even write the future.
I am the character of my stories..
What I write is who I am..
In writing, I fulfill my dreams..

When I asked God for a child

He gave me wife.

When I wished for a baby boy

He bestowed me a pretty girl.

When I prayed for nothing

He entrusted me another.

Now I am hoping...

For an exact answer.

Time will come

Truth will be revealed

Real feelings will be told

You and I will bade goodbye

And forget the understanding

That lies between.

Time will come

Someone who will love you much

Will soon cross your path.

Time will come

Someone who loved me much

Will soon cross my path.

Time will come

We will see each other

In another's arms.